(Remember I told you that my class was reading the teen fantasy book The Hunger Games?? Ummm...yeah I'm hooked. I made it a point to get to the bookstore to get the second book in the trilogy. First Twilight, now The Hunger Games. I'm ashamed but only a little:)
(Excuse the crazy eye contact in the above pics:)
Happy Mother's Day to all mothers...especially mine:) These are the gladiator shoes that sent Target buyers into a frenzy because they were designed by Cynthia Vincent. They are simply perfect:)
I was in Marshall's looking around and overheard this conversation.
Mother: (browsing through the racks) I don't know what I want for Mother's Day.
Her Son who is atleast 40 years old: (loudly) You better find something woman.
Mother: (picks up a dresss) I don't know what to get.
Grown A## Son: You know you ain't getting nothing after today. So find something and let's go.
Mother: HOW ABOUT YOU CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM for Mother's Day.
Me: *blank stare*
In the same store...in less than five minutes after the first conversation.
Man talking on his cell phone: Hey man, what's up? I haven't heard from you in a while.
Person on the other line says something...
Man on Cell: (laughing)Man, I've been up at the hospital all week. My stupid son got shot by one of his friends.
Person on the line I am sure sounds shocked.
Me: *hiding behind the purses so I can hear the rest of the conversation*
Man on Cell Phone: Yeah, the doctors say that the bullet has to stay in but he should recover. He says he is cool with the guy that shot him. The friend was at the hospital with him when I left earlier today.
ME: *almost run into a rack of belts because who stays friends with someone who just shot you!*
...Man on the phone turns around and makes direct eye contact with me. I smile and turn around...
